Yesterday we spent some time looking through old photos from when my husband was little.  Then there were more photos pre- me. 

It was so much fun because there were a ton of photos before we got married.  In fact, there were a lot before we even started dating with me in them.  See, long before we were even a tiny bit romantically involved we were best friends.  We did everything together.  That included family events. 

We spent a few minutes trying to determine whether some of those photos were friend, dating, or married memories.   The best part was listening to our oldest discuss how our hair looks so differently now or how in some cases it barely looks like us.

We were practically babies when we got married and we totally looked the part.  It’s amazing to look at photos of us at our wedding and photos of us today.  It’s been only 12 years so of course we look older but more than that we seem wiser in those recent photos. 

Photographer:  NatUlrich

Each day I look at him and sure, we’re getting older.  A few gray hairs here and there, a little extra weight, and even a few extra creeks in our bones are natural parts of growing up and growing older.  And you know what?  I think he’s hotter today than the day we got married.  Those butterflies still come alive whenever he’s near. 

That doesn’t matter to me.  Those are all a part of life. 

Here’s the thing. 

We, as women, look at photos of ourselves back in the day and think we look our best.  Admit it.  You do this too.   You may shy away from the camera these days thinking one day when you are thinner, wearing something else, or have had a chance to get to the salon…one day…

We are our worst critic.  We have been looking at the same face in the mirror on a daily basis since we can remember.  Of course we are going to notice each and every change. 

Your husband doesn’t see you the same way you see yourself.  He doesn’t care about the fancy clothes or the hair salon style.  He doesn’t seem to see the extra weight that hasn’t come off yet.  Those 30, 40, {ahem}, 50 pounds that we can’t seem to shake.

He sees the woman he fell in love with all those years ago. He sees the real you.   <—-Tweet

The main times my husband tells me I look beautiful are when I’ve just gotten out of the shower with wet hair and no makeup.  Or I’ll just be finishing up with a workout all hot and sweaty. 

I wish I could see myself through his eyes.  I wish we could put on a pair of husband-specs and see what they see. 

I guarantee it would be a different picture than what we see. 

So ladies, be flirty and confident.  Own it.  Show a little skin.  Do something you normally wouldn’t.  He doesn’t see the imperfections you think you see.  Pretend you see what he sees!   Trust me.  He will love it!